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[Liplovinman]

He didn't know if she would actually come to the corner coffee shop, he'd met her in line checking out of the market in the same plaza where he now drank his coffee. He was not one for the wild variety of drinks coming out of most java locales these days, but this particular spot had excellent brewed coffee.

Samantha had been ahead of him in line at the market, and the line was disturbingly long. Evan had been looking over all the other lines, settlling in behind the lady in front of him more for the view than the short line. She, Samantha he would later learn her name, was an exceptional distraction. Her tank an jeans shorts fit her perfectly, and he applaued her attire for a late Saturday morning shop. It was not until he saw her looking around, feeling time waste, as he had, that they actually caught one another's field of vision.
"Not many quick options, I'm afraid." Evan was casual in his remark, they weren't laeving anytime soon unless they abandoned their groceries. She gave a brief smile and Evan decided she wanted to be left alone. It did not stop him from staring.

When the leading cart concluded their transaction, he silently exhaled and remarked to himself, "One down, three to go.". She turned briefly, catching his eyes moving up to hers.

"I had not realized that play by play was necessary." She gave him a wink and his outlook began to change. Up ahead the cllerk called out for a price check.

"And we have a time out called." Though she did not turn, Evan was certain he saw her shoulders move. Perhaps he'd gotten a bit more than a smile.

He was not proud of himself, as he misjudged the distance moving forward. She took a step back from her cart and gave his cart a gentle shove with her behind, "I do need a little room to manuever here."

Evan was not only embarrassed that he had crowded her, but also that he had been caught staring at her ass yet again. He hadn't understood, until after she pushed back, what was happening, she had been waiting for his eyes to meet hers before commenting, "And I don't even know your name."

They exchanged pleasantries, through his embarrassment, but he'd still managed to invite her to coffee with an open ended invitation to apologize. Sam had smiled, moving to the register as her items were tallied.

As she finished swiping her credit card she looked him over one more time - the ax-murderer accessment he wondered? She looked across the lot to the coffee shop and responded, "Tomorrow about 9?".

He smiled and nodded. Had he lost his voice? The cart behind him now pushed him forward.

 

[Pinktacokitty]

Samantha's thinking was being hit on by the play by play at the register game was cute, one she had never experienced, and certainly worthy of a Sunday morning coffee date. Her smile broadened as she felt Evan's eyes glued to her ass as she walked out of the market. Samantha made sure she lingered while bending over putting the groceries in the trunk, knowing Evan's eyes would be wanting seconds when walking out of the market even if from across the parking lot.

Pulling out of the parking lot, she caught a glimpse of the coffee shop, wondering how long he would wait for her to show up. Fashionably twenty minutes late was a motto to live by in Samantha's world, but standing a person up would be gauche.

 

[Liplovinman]

Evan relaxed into people watching mode - struck by the difference in the flow of business. No pressure, no foot tapping or watch checking. There was conversation rather than texting, relationships trumped business.

He'd intended to grab a paper, but there was more fodder for him in the personality of the little shop and he began to pass the time producing back stories and motivation for individuals he found interesting. The young lady sporting faux fur coat with matching boots - her father had given the items to her , smuggled from Russia, they were last connection to a grandmother she would never meet.
. A 20 year old man entered with a woman who appeared to be his mother, but they were siblings from disperate marriages that were struggling with thoughts of their relationship. An older woman who sat alone by the door, perhaps creating the same syories herself, though for Evan, he imagined her sizing up each guest as she tried to push away her urge to flash someone.

He was unaware of the time, items of apparel, figures and laughter were constant reminders of why he was here, but he would not just wait,, his time was important and he strove to fill it in ways that gave him pleasure.

He stood to get back in line, the temperature of his coffee stated that perhaps it had been longer than expected. He did not feel foolish for waiting, she was worth the possibilities on his mind. Waiting his turn, he listened absently to conversations around him about marriages, finances and jobs.

 

[Pinktacokitty]

Samantha loved the warmth of long; early Sunday morning shared shower with her lovers, but with the commitment she had made to Evan rattling in the back of her head she shuttled her lover out the door. Glancing at the beautiful grandfather clock her grandmother had left her showed she had thirty minutes to shower, dress, and make it to the coffee shop before she thought Evan would leave.

Deciding what to wear was easy she already knew what Evan liked, she had caught him perusing her ass more than once standing in line at the market. The no pocket too tight for undies jeans she chose framed her ass perfectly. Which top was the question that took a little thought; he looked a bit on the animalistic side so maybe the zebra print belly shirt would be perfect with the jeans. Spending to much time on hair, and wearing a bra or uncomfortable shoes on Sundays all forbidden by Samantha's law. The hair pinned up quickly; feet slipped into some comfy wedges, and off to the coffee shop she went.

Being a Starbucks fan Samantha was not impressed with the looks of the little coffee shop; nonetheless she loved trying new things along with having new experiences. At the very least, this coffee date would be something to add to her journal. Evan was standing in a line of four or five people with his back to Samantha when she arrived.

As he turned toward her, she smiled then said, "Hi, sorry I am a little late, glad you waited."

 

[Liplovinman]

Samantha loved the warmth of long; early Sunday morning shared shower with her lovers, but with the commitment she had made to Evan rattling in the back of her head she shuttled her lover out the door. Glancing at the beautiful grandfather clock her grandmother had left her showed she had thirty minutes to shower, dress, and make it to the coffee shop before she thought Evan would leave.

Deciding what to wear was easy she already knew what Evan liked, she had caught him perusing her ass more than once standing in line at the market. The no pocket too tight for undies jeans she chose framed her ass perfectly. Which top was the question that took a little thought; he looked a bit on the animalistic side so maybe the zebra print belly shirt would be perfect with the jeans. Spending to much time on hair, and wearing a bra or uncomfortable shoes on Sundays all forbidden by Samantha's law. The hair pinned up quickly; feet slipped into some comfy wedges, and off to the coffee shop she went.

Being a Starbucks fan Samantha was not impressed with the looks of the little coffee shop; nonetheless she loved trying new things along with having new experiences. At the very least, this coffee date would be something to add to her journal. Evan was standing in a line of four or five people with his back to Samantha when she arrived.

As he turned toward her, she smiled then said, "Hi, sorry I am a little late, glad you waited."

Samatha appeared calculatedly thrown together. From the fit of her jeans to the style of her shoes, Evan was impressed at her effort at appearing casual. He looked down where he watch should have been and looked back into her eyes for a moment. "Worth the wait - absolutely." He watched her concentration as she looked up at the menu board, "Hmm, let me guess, tall vanilla latte?" Evan watched the movement of her eyelashes as she turned, he could not remember anyone with such delicate lashes and such energetic eyes.

 

[Pinktacokitty]

Samantha smiled while perusing the menu thinking ok let him be right about what she would order, give him a sense of being able to read her. Lightly touching Evan's forearm, "That sounds perfect, would you order it for me?" Samantha leading the way to the patio, latte in hand could sense Evan again fascinated by the natural movements of her ass. As the conversation began she slipped the stir straw from her latte to her lips sliding it from one side to the other then licking her lips. She smiled to herself when Evan's voice cracked just a bit as she licked her lips. The bright sun began warming Samantha's bare tummy as their conversation came naturally bouncing from a to z, about everything and nothing. Samantha surprised she felt remarkably comfortable being with Evan. Evan seemed to be a natural flirt, which fit Samantha just fine, she is a born flirt with a flair for teasing.

 

[Liplovinman]

Evan could feel the fit of their day, from the natural way she smiled to the direct eye contact that never wavered. Samantha seemed interested, interesting and as the conversation floated on, the twinkle in her eyes warmed him, the lick of her lips was surprisingly - intoxicating. Evan thought back to the swing of her hips, the sheen of her skin in the sun. Had he really felt that comfortable to stare at her ass as they walked to the table? He certainly felt no harm in doing so when he passing her in the parking lot the day prior.

Evan felt the ease of their day and refused to look at the time, it was a lazy Sunday where even their intermittent pauses in conversation seemed right. He flirted and complimented her mercilessly, she smiled and accepted them, handing over a few of her own. They danced, courting one another with the slowing movement of each moment.

"So, how was the coffee? Of course, by that I mean, how was our coffee? I'd love to take you to lunch, dinner...." His voice trailed off. She had licked a dab of foam from her finger, and he had been watching rather than speaking. He seemed incapable of both at times with her, and it fanned his fire.

 

[Pinktacokitty]

Samantha smiled as Evan complimented her with almost every other breath. She loved the attention it was delightful to be the main focus of a guy when with them instead of being a hood ornament for them to show off. She loved teasing Evan with the foam of the coffee, the stir straw, and her lips, every time she did his concentration went askew. It did make her wonder how he might react if he ever saw her wearing a seriously short dress or skirt.

Samantha surprised when Evan ask her to dinner or lunch she didn't actually know which he had asked. Evan's concentration had again gone askew. It did not matter which one, she could not make either. Samantha's thoughts were that she would like to go to dinner with Evan, but she was meeting her BFF to go shopping around noon and already had a dinner date. "I'm sorry, I can't make lunch or dinner, maybe we could go to dinner later in the week, you could call me."

Samantha seeing the disappointment in Evan's eyes after hearing her answer decided to tease him a bit more before she gave him her digits. "Thank you for coffee and the conversation, I enjoyed it a lot. I have to run." Samantha hugged Evan pressing her breast to him and kissing him on his cheek. "Would you walk me to my car." While walking to the car she was waiting for him to ask for her number, the question never asked. Standing at the car Evan did ask for her number. Samantha reached into her clutch for a pen she took Evan's hand then wrote on his palm. 'My friends and lovers call me Sammi' and her digits. Samantha hugged and kissed his cheek again before he could see what she had written on his palm. Samantha smiled then made sure her ass brushed Evan's body as she turned to get in her car. Evan was looking at his palm as she drove off.

Samantha knew he would call soon the hugs had let her feel his excitement. She was not sure how she felt about that. Samantha did not want to lead him on unless she was serious about fucking him. She usually knew within the first minute upon meeting a guy if she wanted to fuck him that was not the case with Evan. The ball was firmly in his court.

 

[Liplovinman]

It wasn't until Samantha had left that Evan felt composed enough to read her number on his palm. He held himself steady, trying to remain calm as he read what she had written. What was he to her? A friend, a future lover? He could hope. He would wait to call her Sammie, it sounded as though she had given him permission, but he would assure himself that he was allowed.
He hadn't felt so adolencent in decades. Tongue tied, distracted and unbalanced - with the slightest movement she had kept him complimenting, while he struggled to feel in control of what was happening in his mind.
Evan could count the number of times he had felt so out of sorts in his life on one hand, now, in one afternoon, Samantha had done this to him constantly.
He remembered two instance, when a recent divorce had taken a drunken plunge down his boxers in the middle of the dance floor at his cousin's wedding. He had been off balance then, with her fingers slipping up and down, attemtping to guage his size he found out later. She had taken every man who would accompany her to the corner of the floor and fondled them.
The last occassion had been his bosses daughter, she was a merciless flirt that enjoyed the power of flaunting her body and chastising those who looked. He hadn't intended to stare, but as she leaned over his desk, very aware of where his eyes would land, he could clearly see her hard nipples through her thin blouse. She promised to tell her father that he was a pervert. Evan had no idea if she had - but the tension remained.
Now Samantha had him totally off guard, but he rather enjoyed it with her. The difference? He wanted and enjoyed her attention, the challenge and the movement of her body beneath her clothing.
He had especially enjoyed the way she returned to her car, careful to brush up against him in a way that left him no doubt, he wanted to call her 'Sammie'.

He went about his list of to do's for the day, ever mindful of the note on his hand. As he put her number into his phone, worried he might sweat the ink from his palm, he decided to call.

Her voice was sweet on her voicemail, she must still be out with her BFF. Evan was glad he had not reached her directly, she might again keep him from concentrating on what he wanted to say.

"Hello Samantha, it's your coffee date from this morning. I'm wondering if you might join me for dinner Friday? If you'd care to join me for a bit of sushi and conversation, give a call or text. You have my number too! Oh, and I would love to call you Sammie..."

 

[Pinktacokitty]

Samantha did not check her messages until on the way home from her BFF's apartment. She told her BFF about Evan when they were walking in the mall, saying she was not convinced she wanted to fuck him, but one hundred percent sure she wanted to get to know him. Oddly her and BFF talked about Evan, and little about her date later that evening, both knowing Samantha would be sleeping with him again. Samantha had lost track of time while shopping she had left herself only and hour or so before her dinner date. Samantha threw her phone on the bed not giving Evan or the message from him another thought.

Monday mornings at work after a night filled with sex and devilish little sleep were difficult at best. Samantha's spirit was smiley, but her level of sleepiness was high. When things seemed to calm a bit she took some time to listen carefully to the message from Evan. Evan sounded a bit nervous and rehearsed on the message, she thought it was cute. Samantha was smiling while picturing Evan in front of a mirror rehearsing asking her out. She decided to accept the invitation via text, in a day or two.

Wednesday while Samantha was in the market she had met Evan at, she realized she had not texted him to accept his invitation for dinner on Friday. Oh shit she thought, what a bitch he must think I am. The minute she got home after she put her groceries away she texted him. "Hi Evan, Friday night would be perfect I love sushi, you can pick me up at seven." Samantha went on to give him her address and signed the text " ~Your friend Sammi.~"

Samantha made it through the traffic, and finally home, it had been a hectic Friday at work. She was glad to have a little time to herself before she would have to begin getting ready for Evan's arrival. Samantha separated herself from every stitch of clothing on the way up the stairs to the shower. The hot water sliding down her back over her butt and trickling down her thighs began to relieve the stress of the day. Turning toward the hot streaming water it only took a little help from her imagination and fingers to release the stress of the day from her center., Samantha lazily put on the vanilla body lotion while contemplating what she would wear, glancing at the clock noting she had thirty minutes to decide and dress..

Samantha wiggled into the neon pink panties while deciding to bra or not to bra. She slipped the white almost seriously short cornucopia tattoo dress on sans bra checking to see if her nipples were going to be noticeable. Just a hint of the outline of the nipples showing through, perfect to tease Evan. Samantha loved this dress, comfortable, ruched bottom mid thigh short, and the perfect slouchy off the shoulder look she adored. She slid her heels on, then applied a hint of Coco Chanel on her shoulders, Samantha was now ready for her date with Evan.

 

[Liplovinman]

Evan’s week started slow, he hadn’t heard anything from Samantha, and assumed he probably would not. Maybe he had been wrong. As he moved back through their conversations, he wondered what she had found unpalatable, or if another commitment might have caused her to decline by not responding. She had been willing after 10 minutes of conversation in line, to allow him a chance, but he had apparently blown the opportunity. Monday was rough, Tuesday, better, as he dug back into work and called an old female colleague wondering what she had going on for the weekend. Tracy was a great friend, and though she had often tried to get into his bed, he had always kept her at bay. It had become a game between them that seemed at the core of their relationship. There was always a joke about getting in his pants, and Evan’s inevitable comeback of allowing her to do his laundry if she had such a fetish for his clothing. Tracy had plans for the weekend, but they agreed to get together Sunday and watch a few games at their local hangout. Not a seedy dive bar, it was neighborhood joint that served very decent food and attracted locals almost exclusively. Most walked to the bar, especially on the weekend.
Tracy asked about his latest, and Evan threw out a few comments about the mystery of women. He talked about Samantha for a moment of two and wondered what Tracy actually thought about all the information he dumped on her involving other females. They discussed for a frank second before dropping back into a more familiar tease of one another. If Evan ever allowed the next step, he was sure Tracy would run or slap him for assuming she really meant all the banter. Women were indeed complicated.
Wednesday arrived and Evan found himself in front of his boss, discussing the temptation afforded to every male on staff. She was 22 and a handful for him, but he made it clear to Evan that no one was to reciprocate her attentions, or their balls would be in a jar on his desk within 15 minutes. Evan didn’t have the heart to say that there were as many women’s eyes on his daughter as men – she did not seem to turn down their stares or smiles. He wondered if the old man knew about her proclivities and this was her way of punishing him if he did not agree. Either way, there was always a highly charged buzz in the air whenever the young girl walked through the doors.
As the day concluded, Evan wondered why hump day was the slowest day of his love life – certainly there must be someone worth his time. He hear the chirp of an arriving text as he got in his car. Leaving the parking garage, his signal was always low. If it was important, they would call. He pulled onto the freeway and switched the car Bluetooth on. He had never used the voice feature, it had always given him an odd feeling to hear some stranger’s stilted voice trying to interpret a text or email. He made a few calls, closed a few open ends on his current project and rolled into his driveway only an hour after he’d begun.
As he walked the stairs inside his condo, Evan felt the lack of warmth, and for the 20th time, reminded himself to have someone decorate, even if it was horrible, it would be better than the white walls. The boxes tucked in the corners of the closet and those filling the garage spoke to his more recent arrival. He’d managed to pack most of them out of sight. A project for the weekend, Ugh, even he could not bring himself to spend his weekend unpacking.
As he undressed and pulled on his jeans and a comfortable shirt, he hooked his phone to a charger and saw the message light still blinking. He opened the text and grabbed a bar stool. So, she hadn’t closed the door after all. Evan smiled as he read her close, she wanted him to call her Sammi. He hoped he would be whispering it in her ear one morning…. But not before he found out why she had waiting so long to contact him. He decided not to text her back, perhaps a bit of cat an mouse was in order here.
Thursday was a blur, and with Friday pending, Evan moved through work efficiently and accurately. His boss was pleased enough to invite him to dinner on Friday. He politely requested a raincheck, he mentioned something about the choice between work continuing into his weekend and a hot date – he thought his boss understood. God, he hoped the old man wasn’t trying to set him up with his daughter!
As the day closed Friday, Evan volunteered to post the latest filings before 3 pm. It would get him out early enough to be on his way. He could wear his suit, but even so, he wanted to shower and change before meeting Sammi for dinner. He knew her address, and a good place for their sushi evening. They put on a bit of a show, engaged in banter with their guests and left you amazed at how skilled they were without a bit of ego.
He pulled up short of picking up Sammi, he was 15 minutes early. Evan wouldn’t have minded waiting for her, but he refused to seem over zealous. Instead he would imagine her in final preparation for their date, checking her dress, her fragrance, her hair, her makeup – all in preparation for seaweed, rice and thinly sliced fresh fish.
As he walked to the door and knocked, he suddenly felt 13 again, worried that the most beautiful girl in his class was not going to the dance with him after all. It lasted only a brief second, as he opened the door and slowly took in Sammi. My god she was a thing of beauty. His expression must have been telling she smiled and thanked him – when he had not said a word. He felt compelled to say something, no matter how childish it might sound.
“Sammi, you look devastating tonight!” He kissed her cheek, softly, gently in appreciation. “There will be some whiplash victims tonight!”

 

[Pinktacokitty]

Laughing at Evan's whiplash remark Samantha collected her clutch then they walked to his car. Evan being a gentleman opened the door for Samantha, she did notice his eyes glancing at her legs as she slid gracefully into the low slung car. The conversation picked up right where it had left off at the coffee shop the previous week. Samantha thought for some reason they connected, she did not know why but she enjoyed the connection. The drive to the restaurant was short but enjoyable. Evan ever being the gentleman opened the car door for her again, watching her every move as she gracefully exited the car. Walking from the car to the restaurant Evan put his hand on the small of her back, Samantha smiled thinking he had finally figured out she would not bite him if he touched her. The sushi was excellent, along with the atmosphere of the restaurant everything blended itself to an enjoyable experience. The conversation at the restaurant started out light and frivolous staying that way for several moments talking about past days of fun and youthful mistakes. They were laughing at each other and with each other. Samantha knew she was a bit younger than Evan. Work soon became the subject, Samantha telling him all about the crazy people where she works. Samantha giggled at him telling a story about his bosses daughter, which reminded her of herself at that age. Samantha suggested they go to a local club to have a drink, Evan was all go for the idea. Evan's arm around Samantha felt good as they walked to the car. They were still laughing about their conversation while in the restaurant when he opened the car door for her. Samantha slipping into the low slung car made sure Evan saw the color of her panties. She barely kept from bursting out laughing seeing the look on his face. It was priceless

Samantha suggested they sit at the very end of the bar where it was a bit quieter and more intimate than a table. Samantha slowly slipped into the bar stool slowly crossing her legs at the same time purposely making sure Evan saw all of her thighs. He slipped into the stool beside her as the bartender ask them what they wanted to drink. Samantha told the bartender two shots of Patron' and two Frozen Margaritas before Evan could untie his tongue, or get his jaw off the floor. Samantha turned her stool toward Evan, putting her hand on his knee guiding him around to facing her. Samantha had Evan exactly where she wanted him. Samantha slowly sucking on the straw of her drink with her eyes cut up at Evan while she positioned her foot on the foot rail of his stool. Samantha was practically sitting between his legs. Samantha raised her shot glass in a motion to get Evan to clink glasses, when he did they clinked them and slammed the shots. The second the shot glasses, hit the bar Samantha leaned to kiss him. Their first lip to lip kiss was a Patron' laden fun quick kiss. Samantha remembered in the coffee shop their eyes stayed connected, but now his desire to see her overcame his eye control, they were dipping at times to her thighs. Samantha had decided she was not going to fuck him tonight, but she planned on making him want her as much as he has ever wanted any girl.

The surroundings of the club along with the tequila had taken the conversation to the sexier side of the sidewalk. Samantha decided to push the conversation away from her to Evan's bosses daughter, asking about her and what Evan's true feeling about having her in the office. Samantha asked him questions from how he liked her flirty in your face personality, to if he liked how she dressed for work. Samantha also asked if would have sex with her if he could get away with it safely keeping his nuts and job. Samantha smiled all during his answers knowing he was struggling talking about a girl close to Samantha's age. When Samantha teased Evan that she might know her, Evan changed the course of the conversation by asking Samantha to dance. Evan walking closely behind Samantha his hands on each side of her waist as they edged through the crowd onto the dance floor. The slow movement had brought Samantha a chance to tease him by leaning back against his body. For the first time, their bodies meshed her butt pressed against his crotch and her back almost laying on his chest while waiting for people to move. Slowly they made their way back to their seats after dancing to several songs, bodies meshing a couple of more times on the way. Samantha with a shy smile slowly slipped into her seat giving Evan a perfect view of her pink panties. The evening was turning into a thoroughly enjoyable evening. Samantha thankfully had discovered he could move on the dance floor, and realized he was becoming comfortable with her. Samantha dropped the bosses daughter conversation in favor of letting Evan guide the rest of the evening. Samantha realized the time had arrived to learn if Evan was a Corvette, a Volkswagen, or something in between the two.

 

[Liplovinman]

There was a grace about her that gave Evan fits when he tried to concentrate. The way she glided into his Jag made him think about anything but the evening ahead, he would have to be on his best behavior if he wanted to keep from sporting all he had to offer before they arrived at the restaurant. The conversation was easy, as if they had never left the coffee shop. Idle conversation that made him laugh, made her smile and brought them both a little closer at the trip took them further. Watching her eat sushi was something mystical, or so he thought. She seemed to take pleasure in teasing him in a sweet and sexy way. The banter with the sushi chef was anything but calm, he seemed to take pride in insults which Sammi gave back to him in good measure. She had the respect and smile of the Chefs and also their eyes as she moved in her seat. It was not missed by Evan either. Here was a woman that most would want, few could have, and Evan was sitting next to this smart heavenly body. The experience was something he wanted to continue, but even he could not eat another bite.

When the conversation swung to work, Evan found himself discussing the vamp daughter of his boss with a twinge of regret. He certainly did not want to give any impression that he was infatuated with the young girl, despite the fact that at times he thought she was challenging him to take her as bait. He had no intention of giving the young woman anything to which she might complain or accuse him.

When Sammi mentioned a club, he was immediately into anything that might extend their time together. She played a bit hard to get, and he was determined to take advantage of anytime offered. Evan wanted to see her move at the club as well, seeing her walk gave him enough arrhythmia, he’d need CPR if she moved like that on the dance floor. And of course, the dance floor was just a vertical substitute for a more horizontal experience he’d been imagining for almost a week. As they walked in the door, his hand felt natural against her back, guiding her gently. It was not necessary, but he had the urge to touch her often and she seemed to appreciate the attention, Evan was delighted to give.

When he opened the car door for his date, he was surprised that Sammi delayed her movements long enough to be sure to give him a view of her panties. He knew it was intentional, she knew he was aware, and yet he lost his composure completely as it happened. Evan wasn’t even sure he remembered the color by the time he reached the drivers door. He just knew he was red, his heart was pounding and she was causing another swell beneath his tight slacks. A blessing that they did not show more than an appreciative bulge for the lady accompanying him, he slid into his seat quickly. He shook his head as he sat down, smiling, but still not completely together. Sammi was something alright!

At Sammi’s suggested they moved to the end of the bar, not exactly quiet, but less noise and interruption that anywhere else in the place. He watched as she mesmerized him with the way she moved into her barstool, her dress moving high up her thighs. Evan gave in and just admired them, happy to stare at what she wanted him to see. As she ordered the Patron, he saw the bartender’s eyebrow go up – either Sammi was known here, or someone didn’t know if she might be a problem.

As the margarita’s arrived, Sammi turned in her stool. She had maneuvered him into a position of taking her in directly. He watched her thighs move, her toe resting beneath his barstool. The clinked and slammed the shots, only to be locked at each other’s lips immediately thereafter. He could feel the warmth of the tequila mixed with the cool and toxic pressure of her lips to his. It might have been only a quick kiss, but time slowed unnecessarily while it took place. He was happy to indulge her, as she sucked seductively on the straw, her dress dangerously close to showing more – teetering on the edge without once tipping over it. He was admiring her figure, her eyes and he kept coming back to her lips, which she twitched into a smile when he stared too long. He was past appearances, he connected on many levels with her and he and Samantha would spend some time alone in the future. He would not be satisfied until it occurred. No matter how long it took.

When the conversation circled back to work and his feeling about the boss’s daughter, he felt himself being pulled in. Evan told her exactly how he felt about the girl, he was not at all taken in by her traps, but she was cute. She didn’t really dress provocatively, she simply presented herself in a way to make everyone pay attention and then chastise them for doing it. He wouldn’t have minded the attention from another girl, had she not come with all the potential dilemmas of his work, his supervisor and her intentions. He’d met several women who were not at all reluctant to discuss intimate matters, but not one had the ability to interrupt his means of making a living. If he had to make the choice, he would choose his job! Evan wondered if she were making comparisons, and thought about it himself. If Samantha had been the one roaming the office, without the baggage, he hoped the two of them would be reserving the closet or the mailroom frequently.

Evan walking closely behind Samantha his hands on each side of her waist as they edged through the crowd onto the dance floor. Eyes were watching her as she moved, and for once, Evan was not jealous of their appreciation, he did not notice it. She had him hard as she leaded back against his body. He had no problem allowing her to feel the sensation, she was intent to cause. He felt her ass move against his pulsing groin as they waited for others to clear a path. He had never wanted so badly to keep anyone waiting. He watched her move as they found open space, her grace now apparent as she moved to the music, elegant and sensual. A display that had him aching more than if she had stripped bare and dance naked against him

As they moved back to their seats, Sammi again gave Evan a perfect view of her pink panties, and this time he watched with a smile as she allowed him to see them. He kept his composure, at least he thought he did, until he saw the twinkle in her smile. She was teasing, but she did not seem the type to only tease. They had enjoyed a delightful evening together. And while they both were finishing their second Margaritas, Evan looked her way and stood, pushing her by the hips onto the dance floor yet again. He kept hold of her hips as the deep bass of the track thumped heavy through the crowd. They moved together, and Evan felt his smile return as, hips still in hand, he pulled Sammi closer to him on the floor. It was not a grind, at least he would tell himself it was not, but he wanted to feel her body next to his again. And if the dance floor was the only way, he would enjoy it with her. Sammi pushed back as the music moved them in undulations. He was happy to have her so expertly covering his indiscretion. He wanted her, and he would make sure she understood that before they returned to their seats at the bar. They had spent more time than either realized, but as the music continued, they lost themselves in it. Evans hands were moving up her hips, pulling her dress up by the inch as he did so. He did not expect to see her panties again, but he loved watching the movement of her thighs as she danced. He would not embarrass her by pulling too high, but he did wonder what too high would be for this wonderful lady whom he did not let go of until the song had ended and they were both back at the bar.
“So Sammi, what about you? Any sons of the boss wanting attention from you, or do they just chase you down the halls?”

 

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Samantha surprised but loved the way Evan moved on the dance floor, the swag he displayed, his hands moving onto her body, guiding her dress and spirit upward. The trips to and from the dance floor had become adventures unto themselves; her ass pasted to his excitement, bringing lustful thoughts of pleasure across her mischievous brain causing moistness within her center. Samantha loving the comfort level Evan was displaying while he overtly watched her body moving. While watching her on the dance floor and during what had become a ritual of her slipping onto the bar stool., Evan's actions had forced Samantha into rethinking her decision not to fuck him tonight, maybe she should maybe she should not. Samantha knew she was going to fuck Evan it was just a matter of time now.

Samantha totally ignored Evan's question about the guys at her work instead she leaned close to Evan whispering into his ear. "So Evan what would you like to do to me in bed?" The look on Evan's face was priceless. Looking at the bartender as he approached Samantha blurted "Joshie baby would you bring us two more?" Samantha still noticing the look of disbelief on Evan's face as she sipped her drink she blurted, "Take me to the dance floor." Evan's cock felt good against her ass as they danced, Samantha pressed harder and harder against him as they became lost in the music and the moment. His hands raising her dress farther and farther causing her moistness to become wetness. Samantha placed her hands on top of Evan's hands to guide them even farther toward her waist. Samantha turned toward Evan as the dance mix was ending, her eyes telling him to kiss her as she slipped her arms around his neck. Their bodies meshed as their lips met while their tongues battled for supremacy. Evan's hands slipped onto Samantha's ass pulling her even closer. When back seated the conversation turned into a fun naughty exercise of give and take. Samantha loved every second of knowing and seeing Evan's excitement by her and the conversation. Samantha's hand slipped onto Evan's thigh when she leaned close. Their lips met in a long passionate kiss her hand slipping up his thigh lightly tickling his cock. Evan did not have to verbalize what he wanted she knew one hundred percent what he wanted, his hands and eyes on her body had told her.

The conversation slipped and slid easily from one subject to another always ending up sexual in nature. Samantha's phone was blowing up with calls she was trying to ignore, but it became such a nuisance she finally had to check the phone. Samantha saw all the calls were from Shelby. Samantha blurted, "that girl is such a Ditz, but she is so fun in bed." Evan did not say anything he was being such a sweetheart and understanding just waiting patiently until Samantha would return the attention to him. Samantha began talking into her phone, "Shelby you can crash at my place the key is where it is always been, yes Shelby I know you hate your father, I do not have time for this, bye." Samantha returned her attention to Evan telling she was sorry then kissing him again to make up for the inconvenience. The conversation did not seem to follow the natural path it took before the interruption, Evan seemed a little guarded now when before the guard was hard and willing. Samantha noticed the excitement had waned a bit she did not know why and neither acknowledged any change. Samantha baffled about Evan's change in attitude until she replayed in her mind what she had said about Shelby to him. Oh crap 'fun in bed', he must disapprove of me being bi. Samantha decided she would make him forget the bisexual problem he had with her by fucking his brains out.

The ride home was fun kissing at every stop sign while Evan's hand slipped up Samantha's inner thighs making her even wetter for him. Shelby's little red Corvette parked in the drive as Evan pulled in behind it; he walked around the car opening the door for Samantha. Samantha sliding out of the car poured herself all over him like warm milk chocolate sliding over a strawberry. She had expected him to ask her to his place knowing there was someone here, but the question never came. That convinced Samantha he did have a problem with her bisexuality, not to worry she would make him forget it soon. The good night kisses lasted for what seemed like an hour, her body pressed against his while his hands explored the back of her thighs slipping under her dress onto her ass. When their kisses broke her arms almost laying on his chest while his hands were resting on her ass she asked, "gonna call me tomorrow?" Evan nodding yes as their lips met her hand slipped down his tummy into his pants inside the waist of his boxers to grasp his now throbbing cock. Samantha broke the kiss smiled and then turned to scurry into the house feeling his eyes on her butt all the way.

Samantha grabbed her phone from her clutch while shedding her clothes. Scurrying upstairs knowing she needed release also knowing Shelby was always in the mood to give that release to her. While teasing the crap out of Evan she had pushed herself into needing a cock, nothing was said between Shelby and Samantha. Shelby began exploring Samantha's body with her tongue and hands as Samantha was texting. Samantha showed Shelby the text after she sent it, it read 'Joshie baby come see me and Shelby at my place after you get off work, we need some of you.'

 

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Samantha surprised but loved the way Evan moved on the dance floor, the swag he displayed, his hands moving onto her body, guiding her dress and spirit upward. The trips to and from the dance floor had become adventures unto themselves; her ass pasted to his excitement, bringing lustful thoughts of pleasure across her mischievous brain causing moistness within her center. Samantha loving the comfort level Evan was displaying while he overtly watched her body moving. While watching her on the dance floor and during what had become a ritual of her slipping onto the bar stool., Evan's actions had forced Samantha into rethinking her decision not to fuck him tonight, maybe she should maybe she should not. Samantha knew she was going to fuck Evan it was just a matter of time now.

Evan was astounded by the way Sammi moved on the dance floor, from the fluidity of her limbs to the sensual undulations of her hips, he was mystified and longed for more. The moment they left the dance floor, he was ready to return, and despite proclaiming her thirst, Samantha never needed a moment to collect herself, she seemed ready, willing and capable of continuing at a moment’s notice. Evan began his own thought process of how this would translate to more intimate matters, and yes, he was beginning to think of nothing else.

He caught off guard by her question, she seemed to relish putting him in positions that left him no time to think. "So Evan what would you like to do to me in bed?" He reacted instantly, long before he had the time to recover she had moved on. Evan had given up on trying to disguise his hard-on, rubbing it with abandon against her round and firm ass. Samantha continued to press hard against him as they danced, rubbing on his engorged member, they both lost themselves in the music. He did not want to stop as the music transitioned, is arm around her waist, held her with him – too close he thought, Evan you fool, you can’t just have your way with this woman on the dance floor, but in a way, he thought they had both enjoyed a vertical, audio enhanced, sexual exchange. When they kissed, his hands at her waist, the hem of her dress high for more than his eyes to see, he felt the warm, perhaps even wetness of her pressed against him as their mouths met. He was sure he felt more as he felt her panties, her ass in hand, grinding her sex against his.

Evan had given himself over to her, he had no real fight left in him, his cool was long gone and a glowing lust for her replace it. Evan felt the urges, the needs, the wants and in his mind, nothing could deter him. He was not the type to assault this woman, but, given the opportunity, he might well lose control of that gentleman that managed to keep his Mr Hyde in place. The kiss was magnetic, and her hands on him, brushing his cock, had him looking for an exit, a dark corner to consummate the attraction.

Still they made small talk, discussing the trivial and the sensual, urges bubbling to the surface. Samantha was enjoying his state, she had him, she knew it, as did he – but Evan didn’t care. This was the woman in front of him, and his eyes and mind were full of the possibilities. He struggled to maintain polite conversation, the temptation of her was intoxicating.

He hadn’t expected what occurred next, could not have fathomed it for the world. When he heard the name, a chill ran up his spine. Shelby…. No, it really couldn’t be the same person, could it? He felt his urge deflate, the primal nature of his attraction became a head trip that took him out of the date, the moment and spiraled him into peril. He couldn’t ask, wouldn’t ask. He watched and waited as Samantha’s spoke – He had totally missed her statement about Shelby being good in bed, his mind had no traction at the time, it was spinning loose, the rubber was not meeting the road.

"Shelby you can crash at my place the key is where it is always been, yes Shelby I know you hate your father, I do not have time for this, bye."
Oh my god, it is her. Should he look for the exit? Why turn away from this beautiful woman, but the alternative…. Shelby, it had to be the vixen, the daughter of his boss. Puzzle pieces started to fit, wheels and cogs in his mind began to spin quickly and he caught up to the conversation in seconds. This was not something he could discuss further, he secretly acknowledged that he had not mentioned her name when describing her to Samantha. Perhaps they knew – could this be an elaborate ruse to get him fired? Evan knew he was not making sense, but storyline after storyline appeared and ran through conclusion as he faced certain death in his business life.

Evan found himself relenting as they drove back to Samantha’s, even wondered if she might invite him in. He had no way of knowing how or if he might be able to refuse the invitation. Any question of chance was answered as Evan pulled in behind the red vette he knew well enough. Her personalized plates left no doubt. Rdghood. He often wondered if this was a reference to the fairy tale, or secretly meant something less appropriate to a lover. They kissed again as they moved, thick and liquid toward her door. Evan was certain if the axe was to drop tonight, he would have enjoyed the journey. He almost missed her hands down his slacks as she slipped through her door.

He couldn’t be sad, could he? He had escaped a bullet, but what had he missed in return! Evan’s return was quiet, and he wasted no time pulling off his clothes and entering the shower. No cold shower tonight, he relaxed as he pulled lazily on his hardening shaft. He expelled a huge load, pent up from the tease of the evening, thinking of nothing but Sammi as he did. The thought of Shelby naked in her arms causing a burst more of hot cum as he allowed the image to dangle to long in his mind – wondering how good a lover she really might be.

 

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The phone cast aside quickly as Shelby and Samantha began caressing, tasting, and exploring the smoothness of their bodies. Samantha thoughts slipped to Evan's hard cock against her ass making her desire Evan inside her bringing her to orgasm. Shelby's mouth and lips sucked Samantha's nipples while her fingers slowly slipped into her soaking wet pussy causing moans of impending orgasms; while Samantha's thoughts of Evan's cock inside her forced her into overdrive slamming toward body shaking orgasms. Samantha's moans of pleasure heightened as Shelby finger fucked her center while licking her swollen with desire clit bringing her close to orgasmic bliss. Samantha blurted, "YES YES YES OH FUCK YES," as her back arched her orgasm fought from deep within her like a blazing hot fireball shooting from the fire burning within her cunt. Both girls were all giggles and smiles after Samantha made sure to return the favor by tasting and massaging Shelby's hot spots; Shelby's orgasm burst upon Samantha's fingers and tongue like a rich lingering haze of pleasure. Shelby had just asked about Samantha's evening when the door bell rang; Josh had arrived there would be no time to talk now.

Samantha glided down the stairs peeped out the peep hole then opened the door to greet Josh. His eyes scanned her naked body as Samantha slipped her arms around his neck; their lips met in a long, wet, hot kiss. Josh's hands gripped her ass cheeks while lifting her off the ground enabling Samantha to wrap her legs around his waist. Josh walked in nudged the door closed and headed to the stairs then up them as Samantha was pulling his polo over his head. Standing at the edge of the bed he threw Samantha on the bed next to Shelby and began to slip out of his boots and jeans. Shelby and Samantha played with and shared Josh's cock with their tongues, lips, and hands as it grew hard they in turn took all of it deep into their throats. Josh's moans became almost primal as the girls shared his cock, both tongues tickling up the belly of his cock meeting in a kiss as their tongues battled over the crown of his cock. Samantha took Josh's cock deep in her mouth just as he began to shoot his beloved gooey hot cream; she quickly directed his cock from her mouth to Shelby's so she could enjoy his taste. They both combined to suck him dry before they snowballed each other and Josh. The three lay together with Josh in the middle. The girls kissed on Josh's chest, played mischievously with his cock, and whispered naughty things into his ears

When Josh's cock began to spring to life, Samantha kissed down his body to take it into her mouth as Shelby slipped her legs over his face to muffle her wet pussy onto his tongue. Shelby's moans brought Samantha up to kiss her as Samantha guided Josh's hard swollen cock into her wet ready to be fucked hot cunt. Samantha began to rotate her hips as she slipped up and down on his cock slowly at first then picking up the pace as her fledgling orgasm bud began to blossom. Kissing Shelby as she fucked Josh's cock harder and faster, her hips raising almost slipping his cock from her flower, then plunging it deep into her center pollinating her blooming orgasm. The moans of all three echoed through the air filling the room along with the musky thick smell of nasty mischievous forbidden sex. Shelby's orgasm gushed upon Josh's face just as Samantha's orgasm poured upon his cock. Samantha slipped from Josh's cock directing Shelby to fuck him as she tasted Shelby from his lips. Josh began moaning through the kisses as he shot his load deep into Shelby's gorgeous body. Samantha whispered into Josh's ear, "watch this little boy." Samantha rolled Shelby onto her back kissing down her breast then tummy to her just fucked filled with hot cum pussy. Samantha tickled Shelby's clit and pussy with her tongue then buried her face between Shelby's legs to experience the taste of Shelby and Josh. Shelby began to squirm as Samantha's tongue, and lips drove Shelby directly to another orgasm. Samantha's Shelby and Josh juice cover lips and tongue became intwined with Josh's lips and tongue sharing the taste of wild sensational orgasmic sex.

Samantha and Josh began to talk as Shelby had drifted into the abyss of sleep, Josh asking about the guy she was all over in the club. Samantha told him the truth Evan was a guy she met last week; she thought he was hot, funny, and damn he can dance. Josh being a point blank kind of guy asked if she had fucked him or was going to fuck him. Samantha's answer surprised him when she told him no she had not and that Evan had seemed a bit disconnected after they stopped dancing and on the trip home, blurting, "He said he would call but he prolly will not." Telling Josh she thought Evan was into her until the end of the evening and also Evan might have a thing for his bosses daughter, but was afraid his boss would find out and fire his ass if he fired up the daughter's ass. She presented the situation about the bosses daughter to Josh as her tequila muddled mind had remembered the details. Josh mulled the facts a bit then decided Samantha was probably right Evan had a desire to fuck the bosses daughter, who wouldn't Josh thought. Samantha began to stroke Josh's cock just as it hardened she began to smile the mischievous smile that could melt a guy like Josh.

Samantha slipped from the bed into the bathroom disappearing from Josh's view, when she returned to his view she waved a bottle of lube for him to see as she scurried to the stairs and down them. Samantha consumed with longing laying ass up on the couch while she waited for Josh to come down stairs. Josh began kissing the small of her back as his hands slipped inside of her thighs opening her up to kisses on her ass. In one swift movement, Josh pulled Samantha off the couch to the floor onto her tummy then began to spank her firm ripe with anticipation butt cheeks. The sound of his hand smacking on her cheeks married to the white pain shooting up her spine elicited deep moans from within Samantha. Moans of nasty actions and reactions to come escaped Samantha as his tongue flicked into her ass while his fingers explored her pussy. Josh began to finger fuck her pussy slowly then with added vigor when he began rimming her ass. Samantha was going nuts she needed his cock; she wanted his cock; she desired his cock; deep in her ass. Josh slipped the head of his cock into Samantha's ass, then deeper into her a little at a time, taking his keys to journey deeper from Samantha's moans. Samantha's embryonic orgasm meshed the white pain of his cock inside her ass colliding with the white pain of him smacking her butt cheeks; allowing her to relax which in turn allowed Josh to fuck her ass harder and deeper. Samantha's orgasm exploded into loud squeals of deep purple ecstasy. Josh still fucking her ass through her orgasm as Samantha tried unsuccessfully to pull away; his determination to forced her into a frenzy of multiple orgasms would not let him release her. His cock driving up her ass pushed her into orgasm after orgasm linked and individually defined by her loud moans of joy. Her loud moans made Josh fuck her ass even harder as her orgasms were bellowing out of every pore of her body. His growls of gratification became primitive in nature as he pulled his throbbing cock from her ass it spewed his hot cum onto her butt. Samantha collapsed on the floor face down with Josh smiling and straddling her thighs. Josh rubbed his sticky juice all over her butt spreading the stickiness then smacking her ass squeezing her butt cheeks as his hand stuck to her. Samantha forced her way onto her back without Josh giving her any assistance but not preventing the change. Samantha looking into his eyes sporting her mischievous smile began to rub her clit and massage her pussy. Josh raised himself slipped his hands between her thighs and opened her wide as he began to kiss her inner thighs. Josh slowly kiss down to her pussy rubbing hand stopped it then removed it from her hot wet center. Josh's lips, tongue, and fingers began to devour Samantha's hot cunt, spreading her lips with his thumbs while licking deep into her soul with his talented tongue causing her back to arch, eyes to dilate, and her orgasm to slip slide over Josh's tongue. Recovering from her orgasm Samantha ran up the stairs to the shower soon to be joined by Josh. Samantha's butt cheeks color now matched the hot new bright pink blouse she had bought last week. The morning came quickly after they had showered and fell into the bed almost asleep before their heads hit the pillows.

When Samantha awoke her body entwined head to toe with Josh and Shelby, Samantha began gently wedging away as not to awaken them. Samantha quietly slipped from the bed to the bathroom, first checking the redness of her butt cheeks then brushing her teeth, thinking her cheeks were still pink not the tanned color she preferred. Samantha slipped a pair of panties on her sweet rosy cheeks then grabbed Josh's polo on the way down the stairs slipping it over her head. Standing in the kitchen drinking orange juice her thoughts wondered to Evan, why he was distant at the end of the evening and why he did not ask her to his place. Evan knew there would be another girl here did Evan want her to ask him in then tell Shelby to get lost, or did he expect a threesome? Samantha had no answers and did not think Evan would call. Just as Samantha was finishing her orange juice Josh and Shelby had made their way to the kitchen. The three of them briefly smiled and laughed about the night, then Samantha let them know she had a project due for work Monday morning, she was going to Starbucks to complete the project. Samantha knew they were not listening noting Josh was sporting a woody and Shelby had her hands all over woody. Samantha told the sex partners to lock the door when they left then ran upstairs, pinned her hair up, slipped on some cutoffs, found her tennis shoes slipped into them and left. Samantha could not believe herself when she pulled up to the little coffee shop across from where she met Evan. What was she thinking? She smiled, shrugged her shoulders, noted the time of eight forty-five then went in ordered a Vanilla Latte and began to work on the project.

 

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Evan woke to thoughts of Samantha again, replaying images and events in his mind as he tried in vain to begin his normal routine. His eyes were straying to the outline of the woman in front of him at the dry cleaner. Her ass was no match for Samantha's though it had an attractive quality, he looked away as she moved close to him to exit the store, the plastic wrap of her laundry brushing his arm as she exited. It was not enough to excite him, but he felt the return of his lust for Samantha as he moved to the counter to drop off his suits.

He looked across the parking lot, he needed a few things from the store, but his familiar coffee shop was calling him. Evan walked to his car, dropped off his shirts inside on the hook in the back seat and walked with his mind clouded into the smells of freshly brewed java. He did not see Samantha immediately, he had been scanning the line, making virtual comparisons of a few ladies, driving himself a little crazy in the process. When it was he alone with a couple that held no interest for him, he began to scan the shoppe. Evan was quite sure it was Samantha, very sure - the lift of her shoulders as she labored over her laptop. He ordered a drip coffee, intent on making sure she did not leave before he found a way to disturb her.

Her hair was pinned up, and it gave him the opening he wanted and needed. He leaned down and with the faintest breath on her neck, whispered in her ear. "You've been on my mind quite alot Sammie." He gave her neck a quick peck and readied himself should there be some ancient tae kwon do in her past that might lay him out on the cold surface of the coffee shop floor.

 

[Pinktacokitty]

Samantha jumped a little as Evan's lips tickled her neck. "Hi, you have crossed my mind also." Samantha blurted after she realized it was Evan not a complete stranger kissing her neck. Samantha smiled and asked Evan to join her. The naturalness of their conversation returned as they began chatting Samantha's thought was it must be the coffee shoppe atmosphere that spurred their conversation. Samantha was curious about how Evan had acted after they left the club the previous night but did not want to get into it right then. Samantha knew eventually she would find out why he acted as he did. She could not believe he did not ask her to join him in his bed at his place, maybe he was gay.

Their conversation ebbed and flowed until Evan asked how her friend was doing this morning. Samantha glossed over the question by saying she had left Shelby in good hands this morning, adding all younger women have fights with their dads. All of a sudden Samantha felt a tingling down her spine when she realized she was wearing Josh's polo that Evan had seen Josh wear at the club the previous evening. Samantha was hoping Evan did not put two and two together. Samantha felt she needed to do something to change the direction of the conversation and break Evan's concentration.

Samantha told Evan she would be right back then she slipped to the restroom. When she returned, she encircled Evan's neck with her arms from behind and whispered in his ear, "do I get to kiss your neck?" As he turned his head to respond Samantha kissed his lips lightly, when their eyes met Samantha told Evan she was glad he came in the coffee shoppe this morning. Just as she got the words out their lips met in an extended sexy hot wet orgasm awakening kiss. While settling back into her seat she was thinking if not for the previous evenings naughtiness with Josh and Shelby she would be asking Evan to take her to his place right now. Samantha had accomplished her goal Evan looked a little flushed, if only he knew she was wet from his kiss and fucking him crossing her mind.

 

[Liplovinman]

Evan enjoyed their chats, the unpretentious way they flirted, natural and unassuming. The coffee shop allowed the conversation to flow easily, entertaining one another with soft jabs and subtle innuendo.

He put out of his mind the reasons for his lack of enthusiasm at the end of the night. They would have to face this at some point, but Evan was unwilling to give up the imagery of the club the previous night. It seemed a lifetime ago, and moments ago in unison.

He heard Shelby's name again, had even attempted to draw Samantha out, hoping he had misheard the name the night prior. Still, even as he seemed ready to reveal why he had asked, Samantha changed the subject, excusing herself to the restroom. He followed her with his eyes, wondering how much trouble two horny adults might get into in a coffeeshop restroom. Oh how he wanted to find out!

When Samantha returned, the peck on his neck turned into a cock hardening coupling as they explored each others mouths on an peaceful morning. He did not have time to wonder why, just react to the pressure and pleasure of the exchange. Evan was certain that they were not in a coffee shop any longer, but moments away from a luxurious bed, ready to explore one another in earnest. He was throbbing, red and unnerved as they parted their kiss. he wanted her, Shelby be damned.

He pulled her around to his lap, intent that she know exactly what she had done to him, that what had happened on the dance floor was only the beginning of what was crossing his mind. As she sat, he brushed her hair from her face and their eyes met in more than an flirting exchange. Evan was certain Samantha could feel his intentions, but was she accepting of them? That, time would tell.

 

[Pinktacokitty]

The exchange of kisses and sitting on Evan's lap had convinced Samantha of a couple of things; first off he was not gay, and he wanted it as much as she wanted him to want it. Samantha convinced he was about to ask her to join him at his place for brunch or lunch or anything to get her to his place. She was not going to give him the opportunity. Samantha did want to fuck him, but not this morning, she wanted it to be a night full of orgasmic sex, ending with an extremely sexy shower the next morning.

Samantha spurted out, "I have to run, have a reserved tanning bed waiting for me and a hair appointment after that." She had just told a little lie to Evan, hopefully it would be the last one she ever told to him. Samantha stood up gathered her lap top then leaned toward Evan whispering. "Hope to see you soon," she could feel his eyes following every movement of her body as she walked out the door.

Shelby was still lounging on the couch as Samantha returned home, after talking about the daddy problems they conspired to go out and rip it up later. Shelby told Samantha she would be back at nine, just before Shelby left Samantha asked if she minded if the guy she went out with last night joined them later at the club. "Who is this guy that has your attention," Shelby blurted. Samantha told Shelby he was just a guy that could move on the dance floor, very hot, nice, likable, and lick-able. Shelby agreed only if she could dance with him and maybe lick him. Soon after Shelby left Samantha texted Evan that she was going out tonight with Shelby. She would save him the last dance of the evening if he would like to join them at the club they were at last night. Samantha wanted Evan's jaw to drop when he saw her, so she decided on her extremely short body hugging off the shoulder polished cotton black dress.

 

[Liplovinman]

Samantha sat on his lap and he felt his body spring to life. The kiss was amazing, and relayed to him that they were both thinking thoughts of sharing a bed together. But just as quickly as it began, Samantha was up and out the door again. Evan contemplated if he could handle the teasing and leaving much longer. He might well need a bootie call soon.

He watched her hips move as she left him with a comment about tanning and hair. It did not ring true. Perhaps she was afraid of him? He wasn't searching for a long term partner, and Samantha apparently already had a few others sharing her bed. He wondered if she reserved her sexual pleasure for those in her inner circle. If so, he wanted to pound her inner circle mercilessly! She had become very perficient at leaving him wanting, even aching for her.

Her body moved magically through the doors and swayed wantonly toward her vehicle. He thwarted his desire to run after her, get his answers, ask his questions... There would be time, he hoped, for all that later.

Evan returned home, feeling his pocket hum with the incoming text message. He had been thinking his way through his black book - an outdated collection of potential hook-ups - since leaving the coffee shop. Nothing done, he worried that this might become a painful experience, wanting Samantha, but never having her.

Evan read the text carefully, flooded with thoughts. Shelby.... How in the world had he neglected to consider this from before. Was this a romance he had pushed to the side, fearful of his own involvement and inconsiderate of hers? Samantha was certainly not gay, but she was definitely bi - and her steady female partner could bring his world to an end. There were too many hints laid out for him not to take notice. And while he had never told Samantha who Shelby might be to him, he worried again that this might be a set-up. If Shelby had an issue with men in the office of her father, what might she think of one of those men spending time with Samantha - and how would that rear it's ugly head in his work life?

Evan contemplated his options for the evening, knowing he had to face them both. Was it better to do so in public? He took a long shower, there was no rush to get to the club. If Samantha was otherwise occupied, she might appreciate his later arrival. He wasn't putting off the inevitable, just working through potential scenarios prior to the meeting.

As he arrived, the music pulled at him, flashes of his last dance with Samantha on his mind. He looked through the crowd, pulling up at the bar and seeing Josh working, got his shot of Patron while he continued to search. He saw Shelby first, could not see her partner, but recognized that it must be Samantha. They were enjoying a laugh, falling into each other's arms. He had not seen this side of Shelby, nor had he seen the side he witnessed over the next 15 minutes. She moved rythmically to the music, it was not dancing in his eyes, she was experiencing the music. The way her body flowed, it was natural to think of her with Samantha. They moved as a couple of experience might, aware of the tendencies of the other, compensating, complimenting. It was natural to see them kiss, though even Evan had to look for another drink when the kiss extended.

Evan made no move to encounter the two, he had no idea how he would break the ice with Shelby. At least now he knew why she had such an easy time breaking down the men in the office. Shelby was in love with Samantha.

 

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Samantha mentally kicked herself all day about not ending up in Evan's bed; it would have been perfect timing she could have fucked him all day. She kept thinking about the could have had a V8 commercial. Instead, she spent the rest of the morning listening to Shelby complain about her dad and her car giving trouble. Not long after Shelby had left she called to say she had to leave her car at the mechanics and would Samantha drive tonight..

"No way it is your turn to drive, and I am planning on leaving with my guy," Samantha blurted.

"Well I will have to take my dad's car, and he will not like his car parked at the club.

"Then don't tell him where you are going, I am sure your dad's car has been parked at clubs before."

"No, it hasn't, he is not like that. My mom would kill him," Shelby informed her. Samantha smiling knowingly quietly murmured to herself, If she only knew.

Samantha still smiling at Shelby's blind innocence made her way to the hot tub of vanilla scented bath water she had been longing for since returning home. The hot water along with the longing to spend the night with Evan became her inspiration for several moments of sustained orgasmic bliss. Slipping out of the tub she decided to pick her outfit for the single purpose of driving Evan to the region of no return. While standing in front of the mirror Samantha decided to wear her hair pinned up, just a bit of berry cherry lip gloss, and silver glitter in her hair and on her body. Samantha wiggled into white lace cheekies, then slipped on an off the shoulder, body hugging, black dress. She added a four inch black belt and five inch heels. Samantha doing a pirouette in front of the mirror dressed in this seriously short dress decided she had the perfect combination of sexy slutty. .

Samantha had become discouraged Evan had not shown up. Shelby made it abundantly clear she wanted a repeat performance of the night before with Samantha and Josh. Samantha had told Shelby she desired a night in her guys bed and was going to leave the moment he showed if he showed. Samantha enjoyed putting on a show by showing her cheeks and cheekies while naughty dancing and passionately kissing Shelby to the hoots and hollers of the guys paying attention. The show they were putting on had evolved into a game of how far each of them would allow the other to slide her dress up while dancing, also while sharing passionate kisses at the table. The attention from the various guys, along with showing her butt made Samantha hot for sex, she was going to get laid! It would be Evan's loss if he did not show, her text had almost asked him to show up and take her home. Samantha had decided the next time she saw him she would leave no doubt what she wanted him to do.

The dance floor had gotten so crowded you could not determine who was dancing with whom unless they were connected. Samantha noticed him standing beside their table staring at her, she could not believe he was home. Samantha began to make her way off the crowded dance floor dragging Shelby behind her. Samantha's smile growing broader as they got closer and closer to him. Samantha poured herself all over him their lips clung together, tongues battling, his hands exploring her ass, and their bodies meshing as they had many times before Tony left for Afghanistan. Samantha and Shelby blurted out question after question for Tony about his status and how long he would be home. When Tony mentioned he was scheduled to fly out at noon tomorrow, Samantha demanded Tony take her home. Samantha felt guilty about leaving Shelby, but she knew Josh would give her what she wanted. Tony and Samantha quickly slipped through the crowd close to the dance floor, out the door, then into her bed the moment they got to her condo.

 

[Liplovinman]

Evan couldn't believe his eyes, yes, he had held back, but there she went, walking out with someone else. Was this really what he wanted? He had not had a girlfriend in 6 months, but even so, he was not used to being passed up or passed over. Despite their connection, she seemed to be connected on several other levels, he began to doubt that he and Samantha shared much of anything important in her world.

He watched Shelby and wondered if he should even bother saying hello. She seemed to be faltering herself since Samantha's departure. Perhaps it wasn't odd at all for her, but Shelby looked a little less confident and her smile had faded. Evan doubted she would welcome his appearance so quickly after Samantha had wandered away, but he found a path that lead toward the dance floor and spotted a small table between Shelby and the bar. If she needed a drink or the ladies room, she was on a collision course with Evan. Maybe Shelby could give him the lowdown on Samantha - Evan needed the help.

Shelby was wavering now, not really dancing with anyone, not really at home on the dance floor with the mass that wanted to press her into partnership on the floor. There was a couple that tried in vain to sandwich her in a grind, she deftly escaped and distanced herself. A single man who attempted to get her attention. If she could hear him, she played it well, feigning that the noise made it impossible to talk, as he pushed on, she simply ignored him and he was absorbed by the crowd without much fanfare. There were a couple of people Shelby knew in the group, a few passed, noticed her plight and shrugged. This was life with Samantha, no doubt, and Evan was learning it through Shelby's plight.

She made her way toward him and he saw the recognition pass in her eyes. The fleeting moment when you try to place someone who is not where you expect them. It did not take her long to work out the issue, and she was well on her way to passing him, when he spoke her name.

"Evening Shelby." He did not ask her to dance, nor to sit with him. Evan acknowledged her presence and when she had turned to look in his direction, his attention was back on the dance floor. She did not respond. He felt her calculating what the proper comeback might be, but moved on to the bar and seemed unfazed by the exchange. Evan was fairly certain she had left the bar when he finished his beer and took the empty back to the bar. Shelby was there and watching his approach...

"I wonder what Daddy would say if he saw us at a bar together?" More of Shelby's quips, but the alcohol had dulled the edge.

"I wonder what Daddy would say if he knew you borrowed his Benz tonight?" He had seen his bosses car in the lot on the way in. Not difficult to make the connection.

Shelby gave him her best cross look, but seemed unable to hold it. He had noticed her attire prior, but long before he thought they might exchange more than a hello. She was put together well, had always had a flair for fashion and Evan found himself surprised by her sex appeal. She caught him looking, something that would have banished him from the office, but a smile played at the corner of her lips in appreciation.

They did not exchange many words, but found themselves wrestling with the masses on the dance floor in short order. He watched Shelby move and she accepted the attention. Her arms moved around his waist and he collected her closer, feeling the tight waist beneath her silky dress. She moved with less grace than Samantha, but there was a mysterious and dark sensuality in her lilt. He felt that she was the bad witch to Samantha's good.

Evan would have been the first to dismiss what followed, as Shelby thanked Evan for walking her to her daddy's car at the end of the night. He had put her in the car when she asked him if he thought it would be safe for her to drive home.

He had no luck in getting her to ride with him, or even drive her daddy's car back so he could cab back to the club and get his own ride. Instead, Shelby pulled him down to the window and kissed him, a thank you kiss that heated well beyond - her fingers reaching out to find his thigh. He kissed her without reservation, something he soon understood he had wanted to do for some time.

Her fingers carressed his thigh as she considered him, wondering what the path might bring if she gave into her urging. As she reached for his zipper, he pulled back.

"Don't want to me to see what I might be missing?" She seemed to sneer a bit.

He pulled the zipper down himself and moved back toward the car - her aggression deflated as he called her bluff. She pushed him away with a wave of her wrist and pulled out of the parking lot.

Evan shook his head, did these women both read the same books?

 

[Pinktacokitty]

Samantha awoke to the chirping of her phone and Tony's terrible singing in the shower, quickly looking at her phone she rolled her eyes at Shelby incessant calls and text demanding for Samantha to call her. Samantha flipped the phone to the foot of the bed as she joined her lover in the shower. The water hot against her ass along with his tongue tasting her center brought her urge and yearning to have his cock inside her to a boil. Pinned to the wall of the shower Samantha squealed as her orgasm attacked the deepest recesses of her most private sexual awakenings. Seconds into her orgasmic free fall Tony flooded her center with his protein laden spurts of satisfaction. They stood touching head to toe looking into the others eyes neither wanting the moment to end.

Samantha knew Tony would slip out the door before she got dressed, knowing he hated goodbye's and the drama they brought. When she walked from the bedroom he was gone, tears trickled down Samantha's cheeks not knowing if they would see each other again. It renewed her disdain for the political asses that had started these wars. Wiping her tears she realized she would have to be satisfied with hoping and praying he would return safely.

While sitting Indian style in the center of her bed, she decided to call Shelby to find out what she wanted. While Shelby was going off Samantha's thoughts, were how could a forty three year old man be that stupid. Fuckityfuckfuck!!! Thank God she had been able to calm Shelby into not accusing him in front of his friends on the golf course this morning. Samantha was in disaster control mode when she sent the text; 'How could you be so stupid as to leave my panties in your car then let your daughter drive it. Shelby found them under the seat. She has no idea they are mine, but will be throwing them in your face the moment you get home. Do not mention my name!!!' Samantha's entire body shuttered at the thought of what would be worse; Shelby finding out she had slept with her father, or her father finding out she had slept with his daughter.

Samantha knew it would be a two pint Blue Bell Milk Chocolate ice cream day. Going to the market in a pink bra and panties would cause a stir, so she slipped on cutoffs and a white Henley tee shirt. The moment she turned into the market parking lot her eyes were drawn to the black Jag sitting away from all the other cars. Samantha parked right next to the Jag. Samantha decided to make Evan rethink his actions of not showing up at the club the previous night. She slithered out of the bra leaving it discarded on the passengers side seat, and unbuttoned the three buttons on the Henley. Standing outside her car she unbuttoned the cutoffs turning the waist down revealing a little of the pink panties. Looking at her reflection in the window of her car she realized she looked like a little slut. Smiling while owning her sluttiness she began the walk into the market from the outskirts of the parking lot, suddenly she turned went back to her car grabbed the bra then in turn hung it on the drivers side mirror of the Jag. Samantha's day that started out fantastic in the shower had turned into a nightmare, she needed ice cream.

Just as, Samantha entered the market she received a text; Don't worry about Shelby she has accused me of cheating on her mom before, I will deal with her. The text did not change the day from a two pint day to one pint day at all.

 

[Liplovinman]

Evan was tiring of the games, he thought he might feel bad for brushing Shelby off, but it wouldn't have surprised him if she wanted him in a compromising position. She would have great leverage with her dad, if she threatened to show him anything that he might consider too suggestive, or inappropriate for his daughter. (If he only knew)

Evan had taken a blonde from the bar home, he could neither remember her name, nor what they had done together. She was snoring rather angrily, face down into his pillow. He'd need to change that pillowcase, if she had had anything near what he had consumed last night, he would have to think about replacing the sheets as well.

Evan scratched a note, left it on the counter - he doubted she would be awake anytime soon. There was nothing in the refrigerator but creamer, pickles and bread that should be examined by a forensic unit. "The healing properties of growth on the Sara Lee".

He walked out the door, unshaven, in need of a shower and smelling vaguely of Bourbon and Tequila. This was not ideal, but the thought of making small talk with the blonde was out of the question, not unless he had breakfast and a cup of coffee to occupy himself.

It was not early, but it might as well have been 4 am for the way he felt. He had not overindulged like this in some time. It felt good at some point, but the aftershocks were making his eyes throb. He kept his sunglasses on as he headed into the market - Quick in and out, he thought - he really hoped company would have departed by the time he returned home.

Damn, he looked out to see Sammi fiddling with the drivers side of his car. He could not see, but when she turned around, he felt under dressed, unprepared and his throbbing head picked up a few more beats per second. Damn that woman, he wanted to stay mad at her, but she showed up with that smile, those legs - he wanted her...